Cold Shoulder of Water
Why she asked the Rio Grande
To take her daughter’s hand
And lead across the water
To where her dahlia flower
Would climb like a money plant…
She no mas understands.
Now looking at the pale sands,
The river’s dumped into her eyes,
Forcing two unceasing currents…
Mothers ask, ‘Aren’t there somewhere,
Banks colored humbler
To give us care?’
– Bolbul
PS: Dahlias are the national flower of Mexico.
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